Broken Cars Songtext
von The Taxpayers

Broken cars and dried up wells
Waking up from living hells
Shards of glass lying on the street
Sinking into passing feet
You can walk a mile in the wind
And gather around recycling bins
Pick out all the perfect cans
And get trash can slime on your hands
And it′s always on the way


Receiving unexpected calls
In the nighttime from the law
Overdrawn expense accounts
Owing tons of cash
Drinking in the parking lot
Feeding hungry old stray dogs
And they're always on the way

Let it rain now, let it rain
Let the sky come down, and every goddamn thing
Let it rain and let the sun come out again

Running into amazing
Hiding skeletons in the basement
Look away
Look away


Broken cars and dried up wells
Waking up from living hells
Shards of glass lying on the street
Sinking into passing feet
You can walk a mile in the wind
And gather around recycling bins
Pick out all the perfect cans
And get trash can slime on your hands
And it′s always on the way